Rough Draft

It's a Monday afternoon, rain's pouring.

I'm back from school. Homework's not as plentiful as before, the sudden change of teachers brough about a reduced amount of work. I've got no idea whether that's a good thing or not, but one thing's for sure, I've got to pass every stuff they hand me, including the very terrifying differentiation paper on thursday.

The rain doesn't look like stopping anytime now, and I suppose it would go on for ten million more years and the earth would be flooded and everyone would be living on the moon. (:

AFI's topping my songchart, Rise Against and Thrice's hot on it's heels though. Where would I be if music leave this world ? (:

Tomorrow's a public holiday, I'm most probably gonna kick a ball around the field ( also known as a sport, soccer ). I wonder who's free after that. And we could walk around town, and grab some albums and kick some tin cans down the streets.

I would take yours, if only you'd let me reach out.